Jeffrey realized that he was relieved to hear the man talking about Lena 's uncle in the present tense. He asked, 'Has Hank been in trouble?'
'Caught somebody passing meth at his place three weeks ago. We closed it down, but Norton was so wasted I doubt he even noticed.'
'I thought he was sober now.'
'I thought my wife was a virgin when I married her.' Cook blanched, remembering Sara. 'Sorry, ma'am.' He leaned his elbow on the desk, directed his words toward Jeffrey. 'Lookit, Norton's been a junkie from the word go. Must've started when he was around sixteen, seventeen. You don't stay away from that kind of thing for very long.'
'Speed, right?'
'So the story goes.'
The elevator dinged, and Jeffrey heard the metallic whir of the doors sliding open. Two sets of footsteps echoed up the hall. The pair was having an animated conversation in hushed tones. As they drew closer, Jeffrey saw that one of them was a nurse. The other had to be Sheriff Jake Valentine.
The young nurse seemed to be hanging on the sheriff's every word as he described an elaborate scuffle he'd had with a drunk driver. Cook had been right about Valentine. The man looked about eighteen if he was a day. He was so tall and lanky that the gunbelt around his waist was pulled to the last hole, the end flopping out of the buckle like a tongue. A smattering of facial hair over his upper lip seemed to imply a mustache and the wet spot on the crown of his head suggested a cowlick he'd tried to tame before coming to the hospital. He was at least two inches taller than Jeffrey, but the stoop in his shoulders and the turtle-like bend in his neck blew the advantage. Jeffrey imagined that his mother had spent every day of his young life telling the boy to mind his posture.
'Jake!' the nurse shrieked, punching him on the arm.
Cook made a groaning noise, indicating he'd heard the drunk driver story the sheriff was telling one too many times. He said, 'Jake, that chief's here to see you.'
Valentine seemed surprised to find Jeffrey standing in front of the nurses' station. Jeffrey wondered at the act. Even if Cook hadn't made the phone call, the hallway wasn't that dark.
'Jake Valentine,' the sheriff offered, shooting out his hand.
'Tolliver.' Jeffrey returned the gesture. Despite Valentine's slight appearance, the young man gave him a firm handshake. 'This is my wife, Dr. Sara Linton.'
Sara shook the man's hand and managed a forced smile.
The nurse went behind the counter and Valentine's demeanor changed to solemn as if a switch had been flipped. He told Jeffrey and Sara, 'Sorry to be meeting y'all under these circumstances.'
'Can you tell us what happened?'
Valentine indicated his deputy. I figured Don here filled you in.'
'Thought I'd leave you the pleasure,' Cook returned, giving Jeffrey a wink.
'Darla,' Valentine said, meaning the nurse, 'mind if we step into your office?'
'Suit yourself,' she answered, thumbing through a patient's chart. 'Lemme know if y'all need anything.'
'Actually,' Jeffrey said, 'I'd really like to know how my detective is doing. Lena Adams?'
'She's fine,' the nurse replied. 'Just got some smoke in her chest. Give her a few days and she'll be good as new.'
'Good,' Valentine said, as if he'd been the one to ask the question. 'Up this way.' He stepped back, indicating that Jeffrey and Sara should precede him.
Sara offered, 'I can stay here if-'
'That's okay,' Jeffrey interrupted. Considering how quiet Sara was being, he wasn't crazy about leaving her alone right now.
He let Sara take the lead up the hallway, trying not to be too obvious about checking the names of the patients on each door they passed.
Valentine spoke in a harsh whisper as they walked. 'We found her at the high school last night. I live across the street. I could see the flames from my living room.'
Jeffrey slowed his pace, wanting the younger man to catch up instead of nipping at his heels like a puppy.
Valentine continued, 'We think it was a Cadillac Escalade. No plates or registration on it, so we're having trouble tracking it down. Parked right in the middle of the football field. Fire chief says there's obvious signs of an accelerant, probably gasoline.'
'Wait a minute.' Jeffrey stopped him, trying for clarity. He'd been told that there was an explosion and that Lena had been hurt. Jeffrey had assumed this had taken place in a building. 'The Cadillac was torched? That's what exploded?'
'Right.' Valentine nodded. Still keeping his voice low, he explained, 'The car was sitting smack-dab on the fifty-yard line. I've never seen anything burn so hot in my life. They're gonna have a devil of a time getting an ID on the body. Fred Bart, that's our coroner, says the heat was so intense it shattered the teeth.'
Sara had stopped a few feet away. 'There was a body in the Escalade?'
'Yes, ma'am, in the backseat,' the sheriff confirmed.
Sara pressed her lips together, looked at the floor. She didn't seem surprised or even shocked by the news. Jeffrey knew what she was thinking. It had finally happened. Through stubbornness or blatant disregard, Lena 's actions had finally led to someone's death.
Valentine misinterpreted her silence for confusion. 'I'm not telling this right, am I? I'm sorry, I just assumed Don-'
Jeffrey told him, 'Don said he'd let you explain.'
'Right.' Valentine nodded again, but in a way that gave the impression that he didn't quite believe what Jeffrey was telling him. 'Let's just go in here,' he said, indicating a closed door.
Jeffrey turned around, sure the man was joking. They were standing in front of a linen closet.
'Give us some privacy,' the sheriff offered, though as far as Jeffrey could tell, no one was around.
Sara crossed her arms over her chest. She looked at the closet with obvious trepidation.
Jeffrey asked, 'Are you sure this is necessary?'
'This way we won't have to worry about waking anybody up.' Valentine reached past him and opened the door. 'After you.'
Jeffrey was annoyed at the cloak-and-dagger, but he was willing to play along with the sheriff for now. The most important thing right now was figuring out what kind of mess Lena had gotten herself into. He felt around for the switch and turned on the light. Rows of sheets were stacked on the right, towels on the left. The remaining space was about eight feet deep and three feet wide. There were cells at the county jail that were larger than this.
Sara obviously wanted to stay outside, but he indicated she should go in ahead of him. Jeffrey followed and Valentine brought up the rear, closing the door. The closet got even smaller.
'So,' the sheriff began, flashing a smile. He was talking in a normal
